(That's South Beach for "way of eating")
Bullshit. This is a fucking diet. I will never eat this way unless I'm trying to lose weight. I want carbs. Big carbs with little carbs hanging off of them. I'm fucking DREAMING of cheating on this diet. Can you believe it? Dreaming about deep-fried breaded things. I also dreamed about witnessing some S&M. Not too weird considering dieting is masochism in the truest sense.
To it's credit, this diet does leave you feeling full. At least for a moment after you leave the table. And the snacks. Enough with the snacks! I don't really have time to eat 6 times a day. But it's required. I'm afraid not to eat the snacks. I can see it now. "Oh yes, that diet didn't work for me. I didn't snack enough." Good lord.
Very bad girl that I am, I have not done one lick of exercise. Unless you call circling the furniture store six times 'exercise.' I'm hoping it warms up a little so I can take a walk. It's not too too cold but I have issues with anything less than 60 degrees. Yeah, I have a condition so shut it. Anyway. I'm gonna pop in a Billy Blanks CD any day now. I know those exercise bands are around here somewhere.